Dawnlark Plains Chapter One | Anew

saying this is before his raid on the redtails

A spirit set free in the mortal realm, it hungered to taste new life, new knowledge, new blood. The promise of chaos and destruction brought a smirk to the face of the shikigami, yet there was a glaring problem. Trapped in the body of a wolf, it was but a fraction of its former self. So constrained, so restless, so weak - it could do nothing but whisper in the ear of its flesh and bone.

The vessel stalked the grasslands, paws crunching autumn snow as his tongue flicked snake-like to wet his nose. The scent of deer flooded his nostrils, he licked his lips hungrily, breaking into a trot - until a flash of white caught his eye. Watching momentarily as the creature leaped high into the air, he wasted no time in giving chase, not realising the true identity of what he persued until it was likely too late.